Shouting out to those who adopted kids,
Sincerely apologies to those who went through miscarriages.
I cannot forget those who carried a child nine months,
Those who gave birth prematurely.
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.
